Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

I screamed at him and he slapped me across the face with the rod. The silver rod smashed against my cheek, searing the flesh instantly. My scream ripped through the dungeon, raw and guttural. I could smell myself burning, the scent so nauseating I nearly vomited. My head jerked to the side, my vision doubling, stars exploding across my sight.

His eyes drop an ocean that gets pulled to the sky staining his upper cheeks and the saliva in his mouth twirling from each scream let out. Haaaaa!!!... The scream filled the air with terror while the spikes reached out to slice through his skin. One cuts his left arm off, the blood pours so heavy before he lands straight to the ground... his eyes locking out its view. Bump-bump, Bump-bump.

NOLA REYNOLDS The sound of a woman screaming reached my ears, distorted in the quake that seemed to shake the earth all around us before I realized I was the one who had been screaming. The Lycan’s sword shook in my hands, the weight of the huge beast pressed against it towered over me, the sprain in my wrist threatening to explode through the net work of veins. “Oh, Dear God!” I screamed again, darting away and watching the impaled beast fall heavily to the dust with a rumbling groan, the Lycan following as I clapped cold hands to my mouth to stifle another scream.

Panic surged through me as a voice whispered urgently in my ear, "Don't scream, Isadora, please." My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled against the grip. Who was behind me, and what did they want? The voice repeated again, and this time, it sent a jolt of surprise down my spine by its familiarity. The scent, the tone—it couldn't be anyone else. The grip loosened, and I slowly turned around to set eyes on Eamon. Panic surged through me as I struggled against his hold, attempting to scream, but he covered my mouth just in time, pleading with desperation in his eyes.

Fuck. The sound of my scream echoes through the forest as I roll along the ground, my leg throbbing with pain. It must have been crushed when I collided with the tree. “Help!” As the car explodes, I scream in terror, and my arm instinctively covers my face, shielding me from the debris. When I look down, agony sears through my stomach as I see a piece of the car door lodged in my waist.

The ropes are burning my wrists. "I'm close!" Alex shouts. "Mia!" "Yes! Yes! Echo!" "Now!" Echo commands. "Release!" I scream, my body bowing off the mattress, ready to shatter into a million pixels. Then— Zap. Silence. The music cuts out. The vibrator dies instantly inside me. The amber lights flicker violently and then go dark. "Err-rrr-or," Echo’s voice distorts, dropping into a terrifying, guttural register. "Sy-sy-system... cri-ti-cal..."

I show the rod again to the camera while saying; "See, I got another one out. Now only two more to go." I make my way to the third rod. I put the pliers on, and this rod slides out with no resistance at all. Shocked at this development, I look at the camera and say; "Now that was scary how easy it was to remove this one." Roman says to me; "I know. Now there is only one left, be careful with that one." I get a grip on the rod with the pliers, and I start to pull. As the rod starts moving, I hear a slight click sound in the cave. I quickly stop and ask Roman;

I screamed at the driver. The car roared to life, the tires screaming as we tore away from Lorusso's estate. Inside, the silence was suffocating as I stared at Elena’s lips. They weren't pale anymore; they were blue. Her skin felt like ice against mine, as if the winter had climbed into her bones.

A scream ripped through the night. I bolted upright in bed, my heart already pounding before I even knew why. Smoke hit me first, sharp and choking, then the metallic bite of blood underneath it. Howls echoed across the valley, too many and too close. Our sentries answered, but their voices sounded small, scared even,almost pleading. Mama burst into the room, eyes wide in the firelight. She wore only her nightshift, hair loose and tangled, silver dagger already in her fist.